The Roommate - Sex Stories

The Roommate

... running down the side. The kind with a perfect head, not with a weird shape or anything.

So anyway she wraps her dainty hand around his girth, her cheap press-on nails barely touching as she slowly glides up and down his veiny shaft. Then, opening her mouth, she takes a tentative lick of his bulbous cock head.

I mean seriously, did they not think to turn the lights off or consider that I can see everything happening in the reflection of the mirror? It's just silly.

Sometimes I have to resist the urge to call them out on it, "Hey geniuses, I can see you sucking dick over there. Maybe close the curtains next time?"

I really should say something. But I never do. I mean, at this point, what can I do but watch the show? So I just sit there, controller in hand, trying to keep playing the game while my eyes flick back and forth between the TV and the mirror.

I've noticed she likes to do this thing where she grips his cock and then flicks her tongue all around the tip, making sure to slowly lap up every bit of precum that oozes out while never breaking eye contact with him. It's like she thinks she's a goddamn pornstar or something.

When she's done teasing him, she slowly wraps her glossy lips (likely covered in my lip gloss) around the head of his cock. I can see her tongue swirling around as she takes him deeper and deeper into her mouth. She takes him so deep that her lips touch his pelvis and his entire cock disappears down her throat.

Did I mention she's ...

... a moaner? So yeah, she holds him there, moaning quietly, her throat pulsing around his thickness. Like I said, not discreet at all.

Alright, y'all, so here's the part I'm not proud to admit, but we're friends here and I want you to have the full picture: Watching her as she finally comes up for air, strands of saliva dripping down her chin, all panting and stuff as she pumps his slick shaft—well it gets me a little turned on.

OK, more than a little. I can feel a warmth starting to pool between my legs that gradually builds until I feel a tingling in my clit. My breaths get shorter and my nipples harden against the fabric of my shirt. I shift around trying to relieve the building pressure down there but of course, nothing helps.

One time a little while ago I was at breakfast with my friend Erica, and she told me she had "blue bean" after sexting with her boyfriend all night without coming.

"Uh Erica, what the hell is blue bean?" I asked.

"You know, like guys get blue balls? We get blue bean," she said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I said I didn't know what she was talking about because I had never experienced that level of sexual frustration before. I figured she was exaggerating.

But the first time I got unintentional front-row seats to Katie's dick-sucking show, I definitely understood that throbbing, aching feeling she was describing. It was downright painful.

So now, I do something about it. You know, take care of things right ...